At the gate

Zurich airport is one of my favorite places in the world, because being there always means that a trip someplace far away is just starting. (Of course, it can also mean a trip is just about over, but in that case Zurich airport represents the happiness of coming back home.)

 

This time, though, there wasn't even enough of a layover to sit down and have a cup of coffee. Instead, it was: find the new gate, board the big white bird, and buzz off to Chicago!

 

 

Done